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margaretjean
27/F/Pittsburgh Resilience.
Like tremulous waves of copper, the sun rises on your face In the early morning peace The birds, awakening, sing veraciously to one another, enveloped In the ambivalence of the falling colors Blue, yellow, orange, red, and black, all mesh together In an embossed dew on your cheek As you part your lips, Inhaling the fresh taste of the morning air Belied, you exhale, Breathing Knowing.
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Nov 11, 2019
Nov 11, 2019 at 6:58 PM UTC
Awake
I’m sitting in the bathroom (again) Is this where I go to hide now? I guess. I’m here, hiding Aren’t I? I’ve just arrived It’s the first night, and I Was so excited to go And finally be downstairs Wasn’t I? But here I am, once again Hiding in a ******* bathroom Clinging to a pillow Wishing it could cling back Shouldn’t I? Be downstairs? Yeah, probably I was so **** ready Eager, to be here I’ve been here twice already Haven’t I? In theory, yes, my body Has been, physically, in this space But, so was someone else’s The first time, he was here Can’t I? Move on from then and be here, now Yeah, definitely Hopefully But then I realize Won’t I? Think of the second time He was here, not physically But, in spirit, fictionally He was gone yet present And I? I am here now, for the third time But he’s not here Physically, fictionally - presently Only in my mind Will I? Learn how to love these moments With you no longer in mind Pillows and sheets that cling back Now just memories ___ I - I’ll ask them all downstairs But tonight, I’ll stay in this bathroom - it’s nice Towels, right next to me So many of them Thrice, I’m thankful Goodnight.
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Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 12:46 PM UTC
Thrice
I didn't have to use the bathroom I just needed to sit My feet were kind of hurting ****** arch support Cute, though The concert is good Funky chill Reminds me of Cowboy Bebop With all the hats and button downs "See you, space cowboy" I'm still just sitting in the bathroom Trying to play the part I ran away to write a poem Better move around a little I can't focus on the band I think tonight I figured out What love feels like, looks like Agape, the right Latin term I think So many different definitions For this four letter word It's this feeling you get Looking at someone in love With their own moment I feel this certain kind of smile spreading Everything is warm When you see people happy Yeah, you feel joy (I hope) It's just being human Happiness, as they say It's contagious But it's different This is different And I'm trying to figure out How to describe it Sitting in this God **** stall - It's days later now From when I ran to the bathroom Figured I might have a better word Some heightened vocabulary skills But I don't This feeling that I had (have) The warmth inside my body Seeing these people slip into space An outer self, void of anything That grounds them I went back to the show Arch support still **** but I didn't say why I really left But I knew I needed to go back I knew I needed to feel I left to escape my sadness It trapped my heels in the ground But I came back to see their sun And I watched the people float Weightless in their universe
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Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 2:13 PM UTC
Bathroom Space